urm................

Dancing?.....

the best piece of advice ever given to me was that you should dance everyday to keep the blues away.

Good advice.

It works evrytime, don't know why, I reckon when you leap around to music (if you dance like me anyway) it must knock a lever/switch thingy in your brain from 'down' to 'up'.

on a wander......

I like wanders. Epic wanders are my fav. Finding places i've never seen before.

I have no sense of direction, so i tend to get quite lost :S which can be fun, but often annoying. I go round and round in circles, or even squares!

Left, right, left, right, 1 step, 2 step, 3......stop. 1 step, 2 step.

what type of tree....

what type of tree would i enjoy living or playing on if i was a squirrel? it would have to be one with many branches which twist and turn so there was lots of places to leap and runaround on. The trunk should be thick and sturdy - lots to grip onto, and roots which were easy to hide behind. Something like you see in a Tim Burton film would be ideal.

the door to.....

now where did i put those nuts?!!!!.........

now this is something that has been bothering me for the last year.......i often see squirrels running about, digging in various sites looking for their buried nuts. But what i want to know is why after all these years of being on this planet they have not evolved enough to remember where they have buried the nuts in the first place. I know the birds are cunning characters and watch and wait while they bury the nutty goodness and then sneak in after them and take them for their own yummy meal, but i would have thought by now that the squirrel's brain would have caught onto this and maybe expanded enough to have rubbed two brain cells together and come up with a super-duper plan to have hidden the nuts in a secret, bird free site. O well, heres to watching squirrels rummaging in random places and scratching their heads in puzzlement.

twice as nice.........

they are strange fellows. they have no vocal box, so how do they communicate? mouth open wide-nothing. maybe it's one nod for no, two for yes. what about gossip? they would not do such a thing as they spend time eating leaves thats all. what about danger? enemies? i don't think they have any for they are lovely fellows.

!!!!!

thought collecting machine.....

why is it that when i go to bed my brain has the uncanny knack of turning on DING like a lightbulb and then proceeds to spend most of the night going mental a moth on speed! i end up more knackered than when i went to bed! it would be great to go to bed, turn on a machine and be able to sleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...................

how long........

how long would it take for a mug of hot chocolate on a skateboard to get to ashford?

I suppose it would depend on the weight as the chocolate has sprinkles and cream on top (yum yum yum). Also, how well oiled the wheels are, for this would affect the speed that the skateboard would travel downhill. Not forgetting the traffic!! And far away is Ashford? Now how long does it take for a mug of hot choc to get cold?!!!.........................................